Millennium Love Scott Chapter 46

Millennium Love Scott 46

by Kenitra

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**Well, we're in the homestretch. The story is completely written so all I need to do is post it.

I'll post both parts of a chapter, about every other night until its done.

I hope everyone who has been reading Millennium Love will send me at least one more email before its over. I'd really like to know who has read and liked, or even disliked the story.

Thank you to all those who have written. Please keep writing! It always makes my day and encourages me to write when I find email in my inbox!

By the way...if someone has a website I could put three images on and links to, I have a floorplan for their new condo, and for the rings they use in the upcoming committment ceremony. Please let me know!

Disclaimer:
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Previously

"Well, a few days ago, I had an idea, and have been working on it ever since," I began. They looked intrigued. "I was talking to Jackie about Brian and I having a commitment ceremony at the farm at Christmas," I told them. They looked stunned. "Brian doesn't know though! I want to surprise him, but of course I want all of you guys there too," I added.

Nick burst into laughter and I looked at him strangely, unsure about what was so funny. The others were looking at him too.

"Nick?" Kevin said seriously.

Nick looked at Kevin and then looked at me, losing his smile. "Sorry Scott," he apologized. "It's just… its…its hard to picture Brian as married," he managed to say.

I was a little surprised. "Do you think he won't like the idea?" I asked, suddenly concerned my plan would backfire.

Nick immediately shook his head. "No. I know he will love the idea, Scott. I'm sorry I laughed. I think it's a great surprise and I know Brian will definitely be surprised, but in a good way!" Nick added.

I was relieved. If anyone knew what Brian's hopes and dreams were, aside from me, it would be Nick.

"Great. Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know. The ceremony will be Christmas Eve." I gave them the information about the hotel. They each promised to be there. I returned to my room and crawled on the bed with Brian, deciding to nap until the alarm went off.

Chapter 46

The last concert in Seattle was incredible. The fans knew they were getting the last Backstreet Boys concert for at least a month and a half. The rest of us knew it might unfortunately be longer. The guys were hyper but also a little sad. Afterwards, the entire Backstreet family gathered at a banquet room in the hotel for a late dinner and simply to hang out together before everyone went their separate ways.

Howie was flying to LA to meet up with Melissa while Kevin was going to New York to spend time with Sheri. Even though she was finished school for the semester, she was staying in the city until Christmas to work on a large project. They were planning on flying to Kentucky together. Nick and AJ were going back to Orlando with Brian and I. Nick was going to visit his family before heading to Kentucky to spend Christmas with Nora and her family. Which coincidentally put him close to the farm. AJ was planning on taking a couple of days off before throwing himself into rehearsals for the Johnny tour. I'd found out that he was going to fly into Kentucky for Christmas and to see Drew before going back to Toronto with Drew for a week before his mini tour started.

Brian and I were going to look at the potential condos we'd found and hopefully choose one before flying to Orlando for Christmas.

It was early morning before the gathering finally started to break up. Crew members and dancers stopped by to wish everyone happy holidays. Eventually there were only eleven of us, the five singers, their bodyguards, and myself. Since we all had very early morning flights out, we hung around the banquet room for a while longer then went up to the rooms to pack. We arrived at the airport just after six and split up as everyone went to their respective boarding gates.

Nick, AJ, Brian and I, and the three guards, Marcus, Tom and Greg, boarded the Orlando bound flight. Thankfully we were the only ones in first class, so we were all able to get a few hours of sleep before the plane landed in Orlando. Someone had obviously been planning ahead because there was a limo there to pick the seven of us up. AJ took credit for the car.

The limo made its way through the city, dropping off people until it was just Brian, Marcus and I.

"Well, you guys know where I am if you need any help," Marcus said as the car stopped in front of Brian's building. I'd already invited him to the commitment ceremony and he'd promised to be there. But Brian didn't think he'd see him for a couple weeks, as Marcus was going to escort us on New Years.

"We'll see you at New Years Marc," Brian said. "Have a good Christmas."

Marcus smiled. "Same to you guys! Be good and be careful," he admonished us as we got out.

"No promises, but we'll try," I said to him with a grin before the door closed.

Brian and I picked up our luggage that the driver had pulled out, and walked inside. We dumped the bags inside the door and crashed onto the couches.

"Oh this is nice," Brian murmured. "Can we just sleep the rest of the day?" he asked.

I grinned and turned my head to look at him. "Whatever you want," I agreed. "Although I want to call the real estate agents and set up times for tomorrow if we can," I added. Brian perked up, as I knew he would. We were both excited about buying a new place and moving.

Brian sat up and looked at the clock. "Okay, why don't we both take a phone and some files, and call. See if you can schedule your places for the morning or the next morning and I'll get mine for the afternoon," he suggested.

I got up and walked back to the luggage to pull out the folder. I sat down and spread the files on the coffee table, quickly sorting them by location. It only made sense to group the places close together. I handed Brian a stack of five places and I took the other five. Brian wandered into the kitchen to use his cell phone while I used the phone in the apartment.

In about half an hour we had managed to schedule a visit to each of the ten places we'd picked. By starting early, we scheduled one location for each hour with a break for lunch and dinner. We figured about forty-five minutes at each place, or less, since we already had a good idea about what each place had to offer. With the help of Jackie and Harold, Brian and I had a written list of questions to ask at each location.

It was only mid-afternoon but Brian and I were both exhausted as the constant travel over the past few weeks finally caught up to us. We called in a large order of Chinese take out then showered while we waited. Once the food arrived, we sat in the living eating and watching TV. When we were both stuffed, I put the remaining food in the fridge for later, and Brian took our suitcases to the bedroom. Then we crashed on the bed, quickly falling asleep.

As it turns out, we both slept nearly twelve hours. I woke up when I lost the warmth at my back and felt the bed move as Brian went into the bathroom. I glanced at the alarm clock to find it was five thirty in the morning. We had gone to bed just after six the night before.

I heard the toilet flush and waited for Brian to return. As he crawled back on the bed I turned towards him and smiled.

"Morning," I whispered.

He grinned and wiggled closer so our faces were only inches apart. "Morning Scott," he whispered back then leaned forward to kiss my nose. "I think I'm finally slept out," he commented softly.

I grinned. "Me too!" I kissed his cheek. "We don't have to meet the first realtor until eight so we need to leave about seven thirty," I said quietly.

Brian laughed softly. "Hmm, whatever should we do to fill the time?" he asked. He moved suddenly and rolled over on top of me. His blues eyes stared down at me intently. "You know, I don't think I ever paid you back for that incident at my parents place," he commented. I watched as a wicked grin crossed his face. I knew I was in trouble, but knew too that it was trouble I would enjoy!

We were almost late meeting the realtor. And it was all Brian's fault! He melted my body and mind into a pile of mush so that I could barely move. He had to drag me into the shower and wash me as I stood there like a fool. I finally came back to myself when he tried to dress me in some of Kevin's old stage clothes that would make me look like a teenager instead of a responsible adult. I finished dressing, then grabbed the toast Brian had made, as we ran out the door.

The first place was quickly scratched off our list. We got there ahead of the realtor and simply walked into the building. It turns out that the security door regularly didn't work. When the agent arrived, late, neither Brian nor I were impressed. For some reason he didn't take our concerns for security seriously.

The second place was with the same real estate agent. The building was better and it was a fairly nice place, but Brian and I had already decided during the short drive over that we didn't want to deal with that particular agent. We thanked him for his time, and left, having no intention of calling him back.

Number three was quite nice. The building was fairly new, and well kept. The apartment we were looking at was on the eighth floor. While I wandered around looking at the walls, electrical outlets and plumbing, Brian asked some questions. One of the questions we'd thrown into our list was simply to ask if any other celebrities lived in the building. We weren't asking for names, but if other famous people lived there then the building was probably secure. In fact, if the agent did give us names, that would make us hesitant because it would indicate a lack of respect for privacy.

We added number three to our list of definite possibilities. It was a little smaller than we would have liked, but everything else about it suited our needs.

Number four was our last stop before lunch. It was also scratched from our list when the landlord of the building appeared and started telling us about all the famous people living in his building! Brian and I wanted privacy and discretion, not advertising.

We stopped for lunch at one of Brian's favorite restaurants. After ordering, we discussed the apartments.

"It's a little discouraging, don't you think?" Brian commented.

I sipped my wine and nodded. "Yeah, it is," I agreed. "But this is just our first round Bri. If we don't find something today, we'll keep looking. But I think we'll find the perfect place this afternoon," I added.

Brian smiled. "You do, do you? Are you psychic?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nope, the ghost in the kitchen told me!" I said with a straight face. Brian burst into laughter. The ghost in the kitchen was a story Howie had told me once about the apartment the three singers had shared, and that Brian and I were still using. He told me that at odd hours the cupboard doors rattled and creaked. He said the noises, were caused by a ghost, frustrated because he could get a good cup of coffee. When he first started telling me the story I listened intently. When he reached the end, the others were all laughing at my seriousness.

The guys had finally figured out that the three people in the apartment above worked all different shifts, yet each one worked out on the little trampoline after work, directly above the singers' kitchen!

We were both in a better mood when we started our afternoon visits. Number five was adequate but didn't really grab either of us. Number six was the best of the day, so far. It had secure doors with alarms and key only access as well as security guards twenty-four hours a day. The apartment itself was spacious, although it only had two bedrooms; there was another small room off the living room that would work as an office. It moved to the top of out short list.

Seven and eight were like number five. Both had the features we were looking for, but neither the buildings nor the apartments appealed to us. At dinner we tried to remain upbeat, but both of us were getting frustrated. On paper, each place sounded great, but reality was definitely different. Dinner was eaten quietly and once done we drove out to location number nine.

Number nine was on the outskirts of the city. It took about thirty minutes to get from near downtown, out to the subdivision. Brian and I both sat up as we approached, noting the cleanliness of the area.

The building was 11 stories, but from the floor plan we'd seen, we knew each condo was two floors, so there was only 5 true floors. The building had underground parking, which was an added bonus. We pulled up to the parking attendant and gave our names. He gave us a visitor's pass to put in the car window, and told us what section to park in. The realtor was already there to meet us.

She greeted us with handshakes, then talked about the building as she led us to the elevator. "Both the elevator and stairwell are key activated from down here. If you have visitors, they either have to go to the end of the parking lot," she pointed in one direction, "where the attendant signs in the guest and directs the elevator to the specified floor, or you can bring the elevator down here yourself to pick up your guest."

I looked at Brian and smiled. So far so good. The realtor, Sandra, used her key to call the elevator and turned to us as we waited. "You two are lucky. The condo I'm showing is on an inside corner of the building, which is the most sought after side," she explained. I wasn't too sure what she meant, but figured I would find out. We stepped into the elevator and she pushed the button for the fifth floor. The elevator rose quickly and in a matter of seconds it stopped at the 'fifth' floor. We stepped out and looked around. There was a hall that went completely around the elevator and stairwell, forming a rectangle. Sandra walked down the hall, around the corner, and then around another corner. As we walked I counted the doors. There was five suites on the long sides and three on the short sides, so sixteen condos per floor.

She stopped at the end of the hall in front of #506. It was a corner suite, which meant a lot of windows. Sandra turned to us. "Now, I could tell you all sorts of facts and numbers and other information, but I really think the condominium speaks for itself. I will tell you, that this particular suite was custom built when the building was converted from an old military building into residential. It is unique for the building. So I'll let you two have a look around. If you have any questions, just shout out to me, okay?"

Brian smiled. "Sounds good Sandra, thanks!"

With that, she opened the door and let Brian and I walk in. The door opened into a hall, which surprised me, and I think Brian too. To the right, behind the door was a closet. We turned left and walked down the hall, about eight feet, where it ended. We stopped there and took in the sight. The apartment was massive! From where we were standing, if we turned right, or south, we faced the sunken living room with two story high windows! The second floor only covered half the apartment leaving the entire place very open and bright. Straight ahead of us were the kitchen, and a hallway that curved off to the right. I walked towards the kitchen while Brian took the two steps down into the living room.

I walked into the kitchen. The wall facing the living room was angled and had a doorway at both ends and a half wall in the center. Although the apartment was empty, I could easily picture a large dining table in the huge kitchen. Along the east wall was another large window. I noticed a doorway on the south wall but decided to go back to the hall and continue. Continuing south, there was a railing on my right over looking the living room. I noticed the curved stairs leading to the second floor, and the small pond in the curve of the stairs. I took the two steps down and looked in the doorway to my left. It was a three-piece bathroom with shower, toilet and sink. Everything about the place was large, from the doorway openings to all of the rooms.

I followed the hall until I was almost beneath the stairs. Directly in front of me was a round hot tub! To my left was a set of glass double doors. I knew this room was right at the corner and the light from the sunset was pouring in from outside. I walked inside and looked around. The room was about eighteen feet by twelve feet and the windows ran almost the length of both walls, floor to ceiling. I shook my head in amazement. Turning away from the windows I noticed the doorway similar to the one in the kitchen. I walked into the room. I guess you could call it a library. The walls were almost completely floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. I walked across the room and out the opposite door, into the kitchen as I had thought.

Walking out of the kitchen, I walked down into the living room and looked around. Brian was just walking down the stairs shaking his head. I met his gaze and we both smiled brightly. He grabbed my hand, forgetting about the real estate agent, and led me past the bar beside the stairs and out onto the balcony, closing the door behind us. Brian stayed by the door but I walked over to lean against the rail and look around. There was a building opposite us, about a football field (end zone to end zone) away from us. In between were grass, a tennis court and a pool. I turned to look at Brian.

He was grinning. I took the folder from Brian and opened it to the last place we were scheduled to see. After finding the realtor's number, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed. When the man answered I apologized and told him we wouldn't be able to make it. I let him know I couldn't set up another time, but would call when and if we were able to view it. I knew we wouldn't need to. We'd found our new home.

I pulled out the information sheet for where we were. Because it was a condo, there was the initial purchase price then the monthly 'maintenance' fees. The purchase price was extremely reasonable considering the size of the condo and the monthly fees were good considering all of the amenities.

"I haven't even seen upstairs yet but I'm willing to sign," I said with a grin.

Brian laughed and stepped forward to hug me. "Me too! This place is incredible!" he enthused.

"Did you see the pond?" I asked.

Brian shook his head. I laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him back inside. I walked us around the bottom of the stairs and pointed to the pond with its small waterfall and plants.

"It can be taken out if you want," Sandra spoke from behind us. We both jumped and turned, having forgotten she was there. She grinned. "Do you want to finish the tour or would you like to know more about the place?"

"I'd like to know more," Brian said. I realized he hadn't released my hand, and smiled to myself.

"Okay. The development is about fifteen years old. One of the original developers and owners was a very large man. He wanted to live in the building so, as it was being renovated he selected the space he wanted and had it custom constructed, which explains the large doorways and rooms. He and his lover lived here until earlier this year, when he died of a sudden heart attack. His lover decided he didn't want to live here alone and put the place on the market."

Neither Brian nor I missed the 'he', realizing the previous owners were a gay couple.

"Because it's a purchase not just rent, the owner has the right to refuse offers. He is pretty restrictive about who he wants to own the place." Sandra looked at us seriously. "I'll be honest, I think he really wants to see another gay couple in here so I think there is a very good chance your offer will be accepted."

"What do we have to do?" I asked.

"Well if you seriously want the place, I'll call the owner. I think he'd probably like to meet you both, if that's okay?" she asked.

I looked at Brian and shrugged. It was up to him.

"Okay," Brian agreed. "Why don't you do that, while we finish looking around?" Sandra nodded.

I released Brian's hand with a smile and started for the stairs while he walked towards the kitchen. At the top of the stairs, to the right, was a doorway. I glanced along the balcony like hall towards the back of the condo. I decided to start at the back and work forward. With the railing opening to the living room, even the upstairs was very bright. In the very back inside corner, I found a bedroom. I thought it was a strange place for a bedroom, but a window had been put in, overlooking the living room, allowing natural light into the room.

Next to the bedroom was an open area, with a small bar, that would be good for some chairs and a table, maybe even a pool table. Next was a bathroom. Next to the bathroom, against the east wall, was another bedroom. As a second bedroom, it was a good size. I walked back along the hall to the master bedroom at the top of the stairs. Inside the door, above the hot tub on the main floor, was a little sitting area. I could see a balcony running around the southeast corner of the room. The room was 'L' shaped. In the back corner were two separate doors. Going through the one on the left I found a huge walk-in closet. Definitely big enough for two clotheshorses like Brian and I. Moving back into the bedroom I walked through the doorway on the right. It was the ensuite bathroom, and it was huge. In the corner, beneath the window was a large whirlpool tub, more than big enough for two. On the inside corner was a large, separate shower stall. A half wall in the corner hid the toilet, and the counter had double sinks.

The opinion I'd formed downstairs was re-enforced by the upstairs. I wanted this place. Maybe it was too big for just Brian and I. But we both had a large number of family members and friends. We could accommodate a number of guests at once, without getting crowded out of our own bedroom.

With one final look around the master bedroom, I walked back down the stairs to the living room, looking over the right side at the bar below. The previous owners either entertained a lot, or really liked to drink! I saw Brian walk out from beneath the stairs, where the hot tub was located.

"A hot tub!" he said excitedly.

I laughed. "I know!" I was just as excited.

We noticed Sandra standing by the window, smiling at us. "Well, I have good news! I told Peter about the two of you. I hope you don't mind that I gave him your names, but he would have found out anyway. He was pleased that you were interested. I am to tell you, that if you can meet the list price, minus $5,000, the place is yours!"

I was stunned. He'd even lowered the price for us! I looked at Brian and started to grin. Brian was laughing and pulled me into a hug. He obviously didn't mind that two more people knew he was gay. He kissed my cheek.

"Welcome home, Angel," he whispered.

I returned the kiss and the greeting. "Welcome home, Love."

We separated and turned back to Sandra, but didn't release our clasped hands. "We'll take it!" Brian announced.

Sandra grinned and stepped over to shake our hands. I had to let go of Brian's hand for that, but immediately grasped it again when they were done. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed.

She provided information about the owner's lawyer, so our lawyer could contact him. We walked to the door and took one last look around our new home.

"Sandra," Brian said, before we left. "Would you do us a favor?" he asked.

Sandra nodded. "If I can."

"Well, as you've probably figured out, our relationship isn't common knowledge yet. But it will be, come the New Year. We'd really appreciate it, if you wouldn't tell anyone before that," he said.

Sandra smiled. "You don't need to worry Mr. Littrell. I've had many celebrity clients and know how to keep things secret."

"Thanks," Brian and I said simultaneously.

We went back to the apartment and Brian opened a bottle of champagne. We talked late into the night about all the things we wanted to do with our new home. When we finally crashed, we slept late into the morning.

The next morning was crazy. We called our families and friends to tell them the news. Then Brian contacted his lawyer. I didn't have a lawyer in the city, but Brian's lawyer suggested one from his firm, which would make things simpler. Tuesday afternoon we went to the lawyers' and started signing papers. Our offer for the condo was accepted, so we had to sign joint ownership forms for that.

Brian's lawyer, Steven, handed my new lawyer, Craig, some other papers. Craig read them over then looked up in surprise. Steven nodded and Craig handed me the papers.

"Scott, these papers do a number of things. They give you power of attorney if anything ever were to happen to Brian, and he couldn't make decisions for himself. And they name you executor of his will," Craig explained.

I looked at Brian in shock. "Brian!" I protested.

He smiled and leaned closer, reaching out to stroke my cheek. "Scott, we may not be able to get married legally, but all of these papers will give you nearly the same rights as if we were," he said gently. I thought about the commitment ceremony coming up. It would be basically a marriage ceremony I hoped, so why not have the paper work to go with it?

"Okay," I acceded. "But I want the same papers drawn up giving Brian the same rights!" I insisted.

Steven smiled, and pulled out another stack of papers. "I'm an optimist," he said with a smile, handing the papers to Brian.

Brian and I signed the papers giving us joint ownership of the condo, and giving one another power of attorney. I decided to go all the way and asked to have a new will written, naming Brian my executor and one of my beneficiaries.

The lawyers left to make copies and I looked at Brian.

"Are you angry?" he asked quietly.

I shook my head. "No. It just surprised me. And I don't like thinking about anything happening to you. But I'm glad we did it," I added.

Brian grinned. "Can I suggest one more thing?" I nodded. "What would you think about opening a joint bank account? I mean we can still keep our own accounts, but set up a joint one we use for things at home."

He waited anxiously for my response. "Okay, but..." I paused. "We put in an equal amount of money. We'll use the joint account for day to day expenses and the maintenance fees. I know you have furniture and I have some up in my place that I want to bring down. Anything else we can talk about." I picked up his hand. "I'm not trying to be difficult, but I do want to make things as equal as possible. That doesn't mean if you want to buy us a new king size bed, I'm going to say no!" I added with a grin.

Brian laughed. "Okay. You'll have to tell me if I get carried away Scott."

I leaned forward to kiss him. "I will!"

When the lawyers returned they told us we could take possession almost immediately, with a closing date immediately after Christmas. The timing was perfect. I'd hoped we'd be able to take a honeymoon of sorts at Brian's cabin after Christmas, before the interview with Oprah. Once the interview was done we could return here and start to move. We thanked the lawyers and left.

A stop at the bank, and we had our new joint chequing account. We both transferred five thousand into the account initially and set it up to transfer a thousand dollars from our other accounts, if it fell below five thousand. That way we wouldn't have to worry about expenses, and the maintenance fees could be withdrawn automatically.

We spent the rest of Tuesday and all day Wednesday making lists and plans. The condo was in great shape with hardwood floors and nicely decorated rooms, so we didn't have to do any painting. We listed the different pieces of furniture we both had, then listed the things we would like to purchase. The living room would require a lot of furniture so it didn't look too empty. At close to 35' x 24', it was massive. We used the floor plans and decided where existing furniture would go, and where new pieces were needed. We even went through some furniture catalogues we'd been given. We ended up ordering a new king-size bedroom suite, and two complete living room sets, giving us two couches, two loveseats and two large chairs. We even ordered ten side or end tables for different locations throughout the place. We'd decided to use our existing furniture for the two spare bedrooms, the library and sun room. I decided I would sell most of my furniture instead of shipping it. We could use the money to buy whatever else we needed.

Thursday, we spent packing. Howie was going to keep the apartment for a few more months, even though he had basically been living with Melissa for the last two. So we left his belongings, but packed as much of Brian's things as we could.

We stopped working late in the afternoon, had some take-out, then showered, changed and grabbed our suitcases for our trip to Kentucky. Being the day before Christmas Eve, the airport was crazy. We arrived early and checked in, then waited for our flight. I could feel my excitement growing, not only about our new home, but also about my plans for the next day. I hadn't had a chance to talk with Jackie in a few days, but I knew she would have contacted me somehow if there were any problems.

Our flight was finally called and we boarded the plane. After a short ninety-minute flight we landed in Kentucky. Harold Jr. was waiting to drive us to the farm. By the time we got there, it was late and we were exhausted. Brian and I managed to greet Jackie and Harold, before excusing ourselves to go up to our bedroom and crash.

To be continued...

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